Page 67 of Mafia Prince's Secret Baby

His brow arches, and the faintest smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. “You wouldn’t enjoy it, Katya. Or maybe you would. Should we try and see?”

Heat rushes to my face, and I feel it crawl up my neck as an unbidden image of him flashes in my mind—naked, pressed against me, his hands gripping my waist, his mouth claiming mine. I hate that he makes me feel unhinged.

My expression hardens, and I look away, desperate to regain control of the situation. “I don’t want someone else’s leftovers,” I mutter, the words slipping out before I can stop them.

“No need to be jealous,” Igor drawls. He steps closer, his presence overwhelming. “I’m wined and dined, but I skipped dessert. That honor is all yours.”

“I don’t…” My voice falters, trailing off as the weight of his words settles over me. There’s too much swirling inside me—anger, hurt, confusion.

“What is it, Katya?” he asks roughly. “Do you want me, or not? Just say the word, and you’ll be the only woman I touch.”

It hits me like a sledgehammer. He’s offering me everything—more than I ever expected.

“I don’t want you,” I whisper, turning my back to him. “Nothing has changed.”

The words are a lie, but I say them anyway.

I hear him exhale. A sharp, frustrated sound.

I start to leave. Igor moves with lightning speed, capturing me between the door and his large body, pressing himself against my back and letting me feel his bulge. He licks the tip of my earlobe.

“You sure about that?” His breathing is heavy with desire. But this man could walk away anytime. He has the self-control I sorely lack.

“Why can’t you leave me be?” I moan, hating my lack of resolve.

Biting down on the tendon that runs from my neck to my shoulder, he whispers, “When I have you this close, all I can think about is how warm your mouth would feel around my cock. Would you like to taste me?”

It’s dim in the room, yet he knows exactly what’s happening to my body. My nipples harden to pained pebbles, my pussyclenching around nothing. The pressure deep in my core worsens as his skilled fingers wander south.

“Stop,” I demand meekly.

My mind conjures up images of me crawling on my knees, taking his swollen length between my lips, and pleasuring him with my tongue.

“No,” he growls, thrusting his hips against my ass.

He hisses when I press back, wanting to be consumed by the moment. Something explodes inside me. It’s like we’re two young horny teens making hasty decisions, knowing damn well what a bad idea this is, and yet unwilling to resist temptation.

“Please, stop torturing me,” I whisper, surprised by the depth of my need.

Instead of responding, he sucks the spot beneath my ear. “Touch me like you mean it, Katya. I’ll do anything for you.”

“What do you think I’m doing now?” I’m becoming more aggressive, thrusting my ass against his erection.

A gasp escapes my parted lips when he cups my pussy. “Exactly. You’re rubbing that luscious body against mine because you want me just as bad as I want you. It’s time you admit it.”

I gulp and shake my head, even as one hand reaches behind me to hold on to his ass.

“You enjoy playing with fire, huh?” He moves his hips and licks a finger before thrusting it into my panties to circle my nub.

“Please,” I beg again, panting slightly.

“Your begging isn’t getting you any closer to your release,” he warns, then drags his finger lower, the tip hovering over my opening.

I turn around and grab his bulging manhood. Even through his pants, I can feel his heat. “Isn’t this what you want?”

He hisses through gritted teeth. “Among other things.”

My hand trails to his belt buckle, undoing it before moving to his button. I lower the zipper. Igor pushes me away and sheds his suit jacket. It falls to the floor with his shirt, leaving his upper body is naked, showing off his tattoos. My mouth goes dry. A light sprinkling of dark hair covers his chest before fanning down below his navel and trailing beneath the band of his underwear.

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